Chapter 11: Chapter Ten

I just thought I’d share this incase I didn’t say it before. This story was a straight story that I was working on a while back. The title was: Save Me. The plot is the same except for the characters were in high school and Travis’ would have had a brother exactly 10 months older than him. I like this version better though. Well, random thought over.

Travis’ Point of View

Seth made rice and chicken. It was the type of rice and chicken that Spanish people make, otherwise known as heaven on a motherfucking plate. I had just finished my third plate when the intercom went off. It was just the front desk asking about a Mr. Seth Winters. I forgot how tight the security was for this place. I told them he’s my roommate and now they won’t bother him anymore. It took him ten minutes to get to the door and I wonder what the hell he was doing that took him so long.

“Hey,” he said when I opened the door and ran pass me. I had to look outside to see if someone was chasing him. Concluding that no one was, I went and grab a bottle of cherry flavored sparkling “water” and resume watching a movie on Showtime. “Sorry about that, really had to take a leak,” Seth said from behind me. I looked at him briefly and nodded then turn back to the movie.

After awhile I noticed he was still standing there. I almost laughed. “Dude, you can sit I’m not going to bite you.”

I saw him smile then he sat down. I was watching a gay movie and things were about to get intense so to prevent things from getting awkward I changed the channel and started watching Underworld Awakening.

“You didn’t wake me up,” Seth said, taking my attention from the hybrid girl who just ripped the werewolf in two. Fucking A.

“What? You woke me up, what’re you talking about?”

“No, I meant this morning”

“Oh yeah, I thought you could use the rest; if it makes you feel better I didn’t go either.” Then it hit me. “Shit, you didn’t have a test, did you?”

“Nah, thanks though for making me rest”

“You’re welcome.” I went back to watching the movie. Just the simple fact that David’s eyes are blue made me miss Seth even though he’s right next to me. It’s not his presence I miss, really, it’s the fact that we aren’t what I thought we were or would be. “How are you feeling?” I asked, fifty percent because I care and fifty percent to distract myself. It’s thoughts like these that make me feel trapped in my own head and I want to get out. Having sex with Wyatt usually gets me out of my own head. Since seeing Seth I haven’t thought of Wyatt once. Maybe I should—

“A little sore,” he answered.

“I got you Blue Ice Gel when I went out for snacks after you left. It’s on the dresser in your room; that should help”

“Thank you. I really appreciate that, I’ll use go use it in a few.”

“You’re welcome.” I’ve seen this movie so many times and I can never get enough. I’m not usually into werewolf and vampire movies but then there are those rear few that get me trapped and I have to see them. I’ve noticed that I older themed vampire and werewolf movies, such as, Interview with the Vampire, The Wolfman, Queen of the Damned, and so on.

“Did you talk to your parents?”

“Did I talk to my parents?” I asked to confirm because I’m not sure I heard him right. This is a good movie.

“Yeah,” he answered. Just then I put the television on mute and turned around so I could give him my full attention or else he’s going to have to repeat everything he says. I wish I didn’t. He was staring at me intently with his pretty blue eyes. He’s beyond beautiful.

“I did,” I confirmed, finding my voice. “I emailed my mom this morning, then she called shortly after and I spoke to her and my dad”

“And? Do they want me to leave after like a month or something?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Nah, they’re just glad you’re okay.”

“Oh,” he sighed. His shoulders visibly slumped then the perked up again as he asked, “What about you? How do they feel about you doing this?”

“For most part they’re okay but they’re worried about me. I came here to get better and—”

“Get better? What’s wrong with you?” I could see the gears spinning his head and I wondered, should I just say it? Would it mean anything? Would it change anything? Do I want anything to change?

“I was suffering from a broken heart.” There. I said it to him. What I didn’t expect was for him to look completely defeated.

“Travis, I’m sorry, okay? If it were up to me I would have stayed”

“The first couple months I was fine. I graduated high school and I went to college. The more people I was around the more I felt alone and soon I didn’t want to be around anyone. I stopped going out, I only answered my phone for a few people, I stopped responding to texts, I didn’t speak to anyone much, and my bedroom became my everything. It was really hard for me to relate to anything around me. I couldn’t connect with anyone. Everything back home reminded me of you. It was torture and it hurt like hell. I was broken and I thought I needed fixing. So, I came here to get better, so to speak. Please understand that it’s kind of hard to just accept that you’re sorry when I have no idea what really happened.” He put his feet on the couch so that his thighs are resting against his chest and his chin on his knees.

“I’m going to bed if that’s alright”

I told him everything and that’s what he has to say to me. “Why won’t you trust me and tell me? Maybe I can help you,” I offered. I’m starting to feel really desperate, helpless, and hopeless.

“The more you talk about something the more accepting you become. Some things are too painful to accept and to live with so I’d rather be a naïve oblivious idiot and pretend that the worst things in my life never happened.” The tone in his voice told me he was going to a place where he didn’t want to be. I’m way too familiar with that feeling to force it on some one else.

Sitting back in the chair, I picked up the remote and unmute the TV. “You should eat something before you go to sleep.” He went to the kitchen without another word and I shook my head. I don’t know what do. He obviously needs help, but how can I help him when he won’t even acknowledge whatever the fuck it is that happened? I sighed again. He’s going to kill me, I swear. I think I may take my mom up on that offer for a therapist. I’m not sure who needs it more between the two of us.

Eventually I went to bed and you know that stage where you’re sleeping but you’re still conscious of everything that’s going on? That’s when my phone started ringing.

“What?” I answered.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be asleep. These are the hours you’re usually awake”

“Wyatt?” I asked, thinking oh fuck, I jinxed myself.

“Yeah. I haven’t heard from you for a minute now and I thought I’d give you a call.” Now this had me sitting up.

“You never just ‘give me a call’,” I said. “What do you want?”

He chuckled. “Okay, you got me. I want to hook up”

“I’m not living at home anymore,” I said and immediately it hit me. Oh fuck, you’re grandmother.

“I know that, silly, I’m at my grandma’s. Hello?” He asked because I hadn’t said anything.

“I’m not in a good place right now.” Now it was his turn to stay quiet.

“‘Kay. If you change your mind I’ll be here for a while so give me a call”

“Will do.”

“Bye, Travis.”

“Bye.”

There’s nothing wrong with Wyatt; he’s a sweetheart. I wish I had told him to stay away from me instead of taking him to the hotel that night. We both wanted the same thing and we had a mutual understanding but now I feel like I’ve used him and now that Seth is in the picture again and making my head all confused I’ve tossed him to the side.

“I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight again, am I?” I asked no one in particular.

Sighing, I stepped out of bed with the intent for a late night snack. Seth’s room door was open so I thought I’d check if he’s all right. He wasn’t his room so I went to turn around then I heard a loud moan from the bathroom. My curiosity got the best of me and I tiptoed to the closed door. Another moan sounded, startling me a bit.

“Travis,” he moaned. My entire body went still with that declaration. “Oh God! Travis, baby, don’t stop! Oh…hmm!” Shit. “Hmm! Ngh! Travis!” Then I heard heavy breathing. “Ugh, what the fuck did I just do?” Seth asked himself. I heard the faucet go on and that’s when my senses kicked in and ran back to my room on the tip of my toes, shutting the door behind me.

Was he just…

Did Seth just…

Am I dreaming…

What the fuck?